Roger Grayson - A Neighborhood Party

"Don't be afraid, Bob," Burns wife whispered warmly into his ear, "I won't bite you."

Bob's face flushed in the dimness of the dance floor as he felt her push forward harder, spreading her legs slightly so that the mound of her crotch rubbed hard against the top of his thigh. The soft silkiness of the dress seemed to hide nothing from his senses and he could feel the resilient flesh of her right thigh pressing tightly between his own legs as they moved slowly in time to the music. She had made the contact with the softness of his penis, and breathing wetly up into his ear, ground her leg slowly and methodically against it.

"Surprise you?" she whispered as she felt the first slight stirrings of his rod beneath the pants.

"W-We shouldn't be dancing this close together, Mrs. Burns. I-It doesn't look too good and Harry might see us," was all he could manage in return.

"Oh Harry won't know, my dear boy. He's tied up with that Champagne bottle as usual and doesn't suspect a thing. You know I'm the one who suggested he change his account. I've seen you out the window for the last several days and just had to work someway to get together with you."

"B-But I'm a married man," he stammered in a whisper. "A-And you're married, too."

"That always makes it that much more exciting. Don't you think?"

Bob suddenly lost his tongue. He was so surprised by the sudden and brazen revelation of Mrs. Burns' interest in him that the words just wouldn't come. He just couldn't believe that she was the one who had set this up and brought about the change of the account. It just didn't seem possible that anyone would want to shift that much money around with the attendant risks it involved in losses for such a simple reason. Was she crazy?

"Harry does anything I say, Bob. And I mean anything. If we play it right we can have that account in your hands within a matter of days. It'll make you a big man at the bank."

As she spoke she still ground softly forward with her thigh and gave a low throaty laugh as she felt him involuntarily hardening from the teasing motion.

"You do like it, don't you?" she breathed through Bob's stunned silence.

Before he could answer the music stopped and the combo leader announced it was time for intermission. Bob was happy to see it come. He was in such a state of shock he still hadn't determined if she was kidding or not. But, she just had to be. Things like this didn't happen so suddenly. This woman had to be mad!

"You two looked like a couple of real love birds out there. The sexiest two on the floor." Harry Burns chortled as they sat down at the table. "Too bad your little gal couldn't make it tonight, Bob. We'd shown you two how it should be done."

Marsha Burns nodded slightly to her husband behind Bob's back as he assisted her to her seat signaling that the stage was set. She knew there was no turning back for the young neighbor now. He would do anything for that account and she had made certain he was aware of the fact that to get it he had to please her. She would make certain that she was hard to please. She smiled an inward satisfied smile to herself and lifted the cool Champagne to her lips. Yes, she was going to enjoy playing mama this evening as soon as Harry made his excuse to get out of the way. A slight tinge of anticipation rippled between her thighs as she pictured him naked before her.

"Marsha is an excellent dancer." Bob blushed at Burns' observation of the way he had been dancing with his wife.

"Nice body too, eh?" Burns smiled at him, raising his eyebrows. "Used to be the best in Vegas. Not too many years ago either."

Bob flushed again but Marsha Burns, sensing his embarrassment, came to his rescue.

"Don't mind Harry. He gets carried away now and then with his modern thinking. You'd better watch that sweet little wife of yours when she gets back. He likes to think of himself as the reincarnation of Romeo himself."

Bob winced slightly at the mention of Carol in that vein but ignored it. All he had to do was get this account and they would be set. She didn't have to become involved with these people at all and the way things had suddenly changed in the last few minutes, he wasn't certain he would want her to be. Of course, if she had been here, perhaps he wouldn't have been in the position he was in now. She could have been keeping Marsha occupied.

"I think Harry looks like he could handle himself pretty well with the women," Bob said diplomatically, smiling as though he appreciated the joke Marsha had made about her husband and Carol.

"Telephone for you, Mr. Burns," the waiter interrupted out of nowhere. Bob had been so engrossed in his thoughts about their remarks that he hadn't even noticed him approach the table.

"Be right back, you two. No rubbing knees under the table while I'm gone," he laughed as he followed the waiter out to the lounge.

"You'll have to excuse Harry." Marsha apologized. "He can be pretty raw sometimes. But he does mean well, so pay no attention to him."

"I think he's delightful, Marsha. And of course I don't take him seriously when he talks that way."

"But, my dear boy, you'd better be taking me seriously," she grinned a secretive grin at him across the table. "I mean what I say and I'm going to get you as quickly as we get the chance. I'm difficult to control when I get something on my mind."

"Marsha, you've got to be kidding." he answered. "Just suppose we were to do something and Harry found out. That's a fine start for a man to make in his new job. Why, I'd be fired tomorrow."

"I can handle Harry, my love," she smiled back at him. "You just handle me."

Bob looked up to see Harry approaching across the dance floor. He was relieved to see him come back and put an end to this play of words. It was a dangerous game, he knew that, and one that he knew absolutely nothing about except that anyone with ambition in the banking business had better stay away from it.

"Well, sorry, kids, but I just heard from the office in Ventura. We've had a robbery and one of the night men's been shot. I've got to get up there right away," He spoke quickly without sitting down. "You two stay here and have a good time. I'll drive on up from here and you can take a cab home. Sorry, Bob, but guess you'll have to see Marsha home for me."

Bob's mouth dropped. He knew what taking care of Marsha was going to involve but was struck so suddenly by the realization that they were going to be left alone there was no protest he could make. He sat almost stunned for the moment and raised his hand in a weak "goodbye" to Harry Burns as he turned from the table to leave. He watched him disappear through the crowd and suddenly felt like a helpless trapped animal cornered by the hunter. Her voice singing softly across the table brought him abruptly back to reality.

"Someone up there is answering all my prayers today. Don't you think so?"

"Marsha, we can't do anything tonight. What if Harry comes back unexpectedly?" he said in an almost pleading tone.

"Dear, he won't be back until tomorrow and your wife's away. What better chance will we ever have."

"No," Bob refused, an obstinate tone in his voice. "We just can't do it and that's final. I could never face Harry or Carol again if we did."

"My dear, order us a couple of double glasses of Scotch and then let's talk about the morality of it. Shall we?"

He mechanically did her bidding and sat in silence as the waiter disappeared into the bar and returned a few seconds later with the drinks. Marsha said nothing but just sat across from him with a faint confident smile on her lips. She had been through this before and was looking forward to seeing him squirm later on tonight as she really put him through the paces. She would make it a screw he would never forget, she vowed to herself. It wasn't often she got the chance to really break someone in who was this young and naive. In fact, she mused to herself, she had almost forgotten such innocence still existed. Even though there was not much difference in their ages, they were a world apart in experience.